Sinister: it's winter now i waken

[Kirsten Kenyon]

  so it's not really winter...it feels like it.  it feels good.  the 
cold led me to hurry to my car after work tonight, and i worried for 
a bit when my key would not turn in the lock. it wasn't that cold.  
glancing through the window, i wondered when and why and in what 
state of mind i had purchased this month's issue of "cosmopolitan."  
looking more closely, i then wondered when and how i had acquired a 
baby, necessitating the small white child's seat in the back of the 
car.  i looked around for a moment, then removed my key and walked 
two spaces over to my own car.  no "cosmopolitan."  no baby seat.  
the key turned and i got in and shivered.  partly because of the 
cold, and partly because something just felt creepy.  it wasn't a big 
deal..i was just really glad....
   i'm starting a new job on thursday, serving all varieties of 
noodles to the good people of brookfield.  they're all talking at the 
shop...placing small bets on how long i'll last before i come 
crawling back.  i probably will, too.  i'll probably be a fine noodle 
bar employee for two weeks, and then one morning ann will go in to 
open the shop and when she turns on the lights she'll see me standing 
outside with my nose pressed against the window, shivering in my 
beloved girl scouts shirt and clutching a plastic grocery bag full of 
cds, pleading please not to send me back, they make me wear a uniform 
and listen to wklh.  and they'll take me back, i know.  it's good to 
know.  it's an okay job.
   besides that, it's just nice to have something...stable.
 i've been thinking about the holidays.  the christmas tree went up 
in the mall today, which is almost terrifying.  my mom wants to go to 
the cayman islands for christmas.  the whole family.  it's a nice 
idea, but it would be like this:  mom and dad walking on the beach.  
allie picking up boys.  david and kirsten sitting in a tiki bar.  the 
whole time.  i told my mom that, and she reluctantly admitted it 
herself and i don't think we were really going to go anyway.  i 
thought some more...about taking my own little trip after christmas.  
i need to stay for christmas....apparently.  the church choir is 
still counting on me for the hallelujah chorus, like every year...i'm 
surprised they remember me, really.  but they do.  and i have to do 
it.  again.  i'm not sure about going anywhere anyway...
   i spoke to a certain ken on the telephone today...cool.  kewl.  he 
does a mean jerry springer man-who's-actually-a-woman accent.
   my left leg has been hurting for several days, and i have to say 
i'm a bit worried about it.  there's just no reason...i'm a horrible 
hypochondriac.  
   sitting in the grey stairwell on my break reading a book this 
evening...there's a man who has walked past and found me that way 
nearly every day for the past year and a half.  and every day, the 
same conversation.  
   "good book?"
    "hm?  oh, yes.  quite."
   "good, good."  
  then he usually says something about how it's not really that nasty 
outside and that i should go downstairs and join him for a smoke on 
the sidewalk, and i always say no, thank you.  but he says it anyway, 
every time.  it is a good book, anyway.  
   my leg is hurting something fierce.  i must have meepmeeped into a 
parked car or something. *sigh* 
  love 
   kirsten


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